Brother Qiu's outstretched hand was unusually stable. He stopped talking and just looked at Mustache. There was a vague confidence in his eyes. At this moment, he was completely useless and could not use any method at all.
He threatened Mustache, but he seemed confident that if he said so, he was confident that Mustache would obediently hand over the six-sided ball to him.
"This ball is the safest only if it is in our hands. Everyone has his own selfishness, and some people will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. The ball cannot fall into their hands, otherwise, everyone will face death.
And destruction." Brother Qiu stubbornly stretched out his hand: "We continue to explore and search in order to save all those who are threatened by destruction. Of course, I don't expect to say how great or noble I am, nor do I expect to win anything.
This is to move you, but in this second, the lives of people all over the world are held in the palm of your hand."
Mustache still remained silent, but his heart kept churning. Brother Qiu didn't seem to be joking. For many, many years, many, many people have been running for this six-sided ball, whether they live or die.
Huzi couldn't see the past, but he remembered the things in front of him clearly.
Li Neng died, Kelsang Meiduo died, Jinpu Ngawang died, Jia Luorong disappeared... Mustache tried not to think about the scene before these people died, but what about the living people? He
I thought of Wei Tian, my mother, and my aunt who had been tortured by pain and bitterness for half her life.
At this second, the lives of people all over the world are in your hands...
"Our backup will probably arrive in the shortest time, give me the ball." Brother Qiu still stretched out his hand: "Let this big event really end, I will try my best to survive until the backup team arrives."
Mustache's thinking became clearer and clearer, and he turned his head to look at the six-sided ball next to him for the first time. Lao Zhao and Duoji had already found a way to take the ball off the stone platform and were watching it slowly.
"Give me the ball." Brother Qiu said one word at a time: "As long as you are alive, you must be responsible for everyone. You have no such obligation, but I know that you have a conscience."
Mustache was silent for a long time, then stood up slowly and walked to the side of Lao Zhao and Duoji. He stretched out his hands and held the six-sided ball. Lao Zhao could vaguely hear the conversation between Brother Qiu and him, and looked at Xiao
Lao Zhao was a little surprised and dissatisfied with Beard's behavior.
"Xiao Xiang, do you want to give him the ball?"
Mustache doesn’t answer, but that doesn’t mean he has nothing to say. Is what Brother Qiu said wrong? Yes. Mustache is still alive. He wants to do it for the dead, for the living, and for his own conscience.
Responsible.
He took the ball and walked back to Brother Qiu. Brother Qiu's eyes glowed with strong desire. Through his mustache, through the six-sided ball, you could see Brother Qiu's eyes and expression. Only at this moment.
, he can truly see Brother Qiu clearly.
A kind, persistent fat man who completes his mission at the expense of his own life.
He handed the ball to Brother Qiu. Brother Qiu hugged the shining six-sided ball tightly as if hugging his lovely daughter and wife. The soft light of the ball reflected many things, including the ball.
A tear slowly fell from the corner of my brother's eye.
"The story is over, I want to ask you something, something very important to me." Brother Qiu held the six-sided ball tightly with one hand, and fumbled for something from his close-fitting pocket with the other hand:
"My identity is destined to lose many things that normal people have the right to have. If one day, I die in a deserted corner, my wife and children will not know too much. The most they can accept
I received a sum of money and was told that I was dead."
Brother Qiu took out a photo with body temperature. Mustache had seen this photo before. It was a very warm photo. The fat Brother Qiu was wearing a one-piece shirt and hugging a very cute, equally chubby boy.
The cute little girl, next to them, is a quiet, thin woman.
"I really want to hug my daughter, but it's impossible." A tear began to spread quickly from the corner of Brother Qiu's eyes, filling his eyes instantly: "I have thought many times, what should I do if I die?
My wife and my daughter confessed. My companion could not say anything else, but could only say to my family that I died in the line of duty in an accident. I don’t need this, so I beg you to help me convey the two messages.
Sentence."
"I will do it." Tears began to flow from the corners of Mustache's eyes. Brother Qiu's words reminded him of a lot, and seemed to touch the weakest part of his heart.
"Tell my wife that I am an incompetent man. From the time I got married to now, I have never taken care of my family. I was not able to rush back when she was in confinement. I have never apologized. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't know what to do."
Tell her to forgive me. She is actually very stubborn and strong. If you tell her, just say it was me who said it. If there is a suitable man in the future, ask her to marry me as soon as possible. "
"I remember."
"Something else, tell my daughter." Brother Qiu shed tears and looked at the photo. When he saw the little girl's chubby face in the photo, he smiled again, although some people would never see this smile.
It was not here, but Brother Qiu still tried his best to smile: "Tell her that her father was very brave and did not cry until he died. Let her be obedient and stop being naughty. Let her grow up well and go to school well...
..."
Brother Qiu was already crying, and Mustache was listening carefully to the following words. This was a dead person's instructions to the living. Regardless of whether these words were relevant to the living, Mustache would remember each word in his heart, and then repeat them.
go out.
When everything that needed to be said was finished, Brother Qiu also stopped crying. He wiped away his tears and said to Mustache: "There is another very important thing for you. You have a younger brother named Wei Tian.
Yeah?"
Mustache's brows furrowed. He had always suspected that Brother Qiu had received Nan Anshou's memory.
"I didn't know about Wei Tian until now, but don't worry, he is absolutely free." Brother Qiu held the six-sided ball and said, "After we take control of this ball, everything about it will
, or people, in a sense, have no value anymore. A funnel that can drill through the sphere, it doesn’t matter whether it is filled with soy sauce or vinegar. It can open the blood of the holy vessel, and it doesn’t matter whether it is soaked in wine or dyed cloth.
It doesn't matter. So, your brother, Wei Tian, is truly free. And Gong Jue, he is also very good, so you don't have to worry."
There is no denying that this is good news for mustaches.
When he said this, it was obvious that Brother Qiu's condition was failing. There was no way to save him, no way at all. He gasped for air, and then said hurriedly: "There is one last thing...
... You have to remember... you must remember... the last time you were in that cave..."
Brother Qiu kept talking, but his voice was low, and his words were beginning to be confused. Mustache almost put his ear to Brother Qiu's mouth, but he still couldn't fully hear what the other party was saying.
By the end, Brother Qiu's lips were trembling slightly unconsciously, and then his heart stopped beating.
Brother Qiu died, and Mustache couldn’t remember clearly. This was the first person to die at the end of a major event. He and Brother Qiu were not particularly familiar, but the death of this fat man made Mustache sad again. He sat with Brother Qiu
Next to the body, he smoked silently until all the cigarettes in the cigarette box were used up, and then he picked up all the cigarette butts.
He, Lao Zhao and Duoji began to walk back, checking whether there were any people who survived the accident along the way. From here, they walked all the way to the entrance of the crack in the ground.
"This world no longer belongs to me..." Mustache looked at the ray of dawn emerging from the horizon in the distance. The feeling of loneliness and desolation had been intruding on him.
The three of them lurked nearby. Brother Qiu was right. Soon after, a team rushed here. This was the backup team that Brother Qiu mentioned. The team was very professional and launched a detailed investigation of this place.
and Sosu. They could obviously see the killing scene, see countless corpses, see the dead Brother Qiu, and the six-sided ball tightly held in his arms.
The team had been busy here for several days, and they probably started to evacuate when they had sorted out all the things that needed to be taken and all the things that needed to be dealt with. Mustache didn’t know if they would have any follow-up actions, but this was already
It's not important anymore.
Lao Zhao was a little frustrated. He had been coming to the Tibetan area for a long time, but at the end of his journey, he was still empty-handed.
"It's okay if you don't get anything." Old Zhao shook his head and said, "Then tell me, what did the fat man say when he died that you must remember? What happened to the cave?"
"I want to ask you something." Mustache ignored Lao Zhao's question and said, "If it's convenient for you, you can take care of my brother."
Wei Tian is truly free. To Brother Qiu and his organization, his blood is no longer valuable. With Lei Yingxiong’s power, no one dares to provoke Wei Tian. But the worry about Wei Tian seems to be a kind of worry in Xiao Hu’s heart.
Weitian is a big boy who is born with things that will never grow up.
"What about you? What are you going to do?" Lao Zhao looked at Mustache in confusion.
"You guys go, I have something to do." Mustache looked at the listless Dorji and squeezed out a smile: "Dorji, thank you."
Duoji and Lao Zhao both spread their hands and asked Mustache what he wanted to do. But Mustache refused to answer, so he forced the two of them to leave.